Chapter 11
Miracles,
dear reader, are a wonderful thing. They streak ugly paintings with hope, when
all the facts prove wrong. They are small openings of light in a tunnel of
darkness, a broken bird soaring into the sky.
They
always leave questions, dear reader, yet they leave a sky with so much sun that
nobody asks any.
A
miracle, dear reader, is exactly what happened to a lonely wolf named
Shadestorm the day he met a beautiful wolf named Whistlewind. Yet what he
didn’t know, was that one day in the future, another miracle would come his
way.
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